New neighbor
You suddenly were waken up by the gentle shake of your shoulder and a voice whispering your name repeatedly. You hummed and started opening your eyes, trying to recognize where you were at that moment. You weren't sure who it was that woke you up yet, but still you called the name you always call when you were lost
"Clint?" You voice came out a bit hoarser than you had expected
"Get up, lazy ass" he grinned down at you, his hand was ruffling your hair as you sat straight up and stretched out with a frown and a pout on your face.
The door of the jet opened and you threw your arms to your eyes to protect them from the light
"My eyes! I'm blind!" You whined, and even though you couldn't see him, you knew Clint had rolled his eyes as you heard him mutter under his breath something like 'drama queen'. He went to the back of the ship and you turned your head for your eyes to follow him. He grabbed your bags and made his way out of the plane, into the rooftop of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret HQ.
"Room 3B on the 10th floor in ten minutes" he shouted, turning his head to the side so that you could hear him better until he finally took the lift and disappeared from your view.
"Wow, that was a short trip" you told yourself as you stood up, totally oblivious of the other presence a few meters from you
"Well, some people say trips feel lighter and shorter when you sleep through it all" your head turned to the side in record time, startled by none other that Steve. He was casually leaning into a wall a few meters from the door with that golden smile on his lips
"Captain Rogers, you scared me!" You said once you caught his eyes
"Sorry, ma'am" he walked towards you, his smile now replaced by a concerned frown "I didn't mean to"
"It's fine" you gave a little laugh, which he returned with a smile "I just was not aware of your presence" Now that he was in front of you, you looked up at his face, admiring his good looks and soft eyes
"If I recall correctly, ma'am, I think I asked you to please call me Steve" he grinned.
This cheeky bastard. Honestly, when you learned that the guy came from the 40s, you expected him to be shy and old fashioned, but instead you meet this amusingly confident man. His politeness and respect were always reflected in every single world he said and every single action he made, and his choice of words reminded you of the few things you remember of your grandpa, but it wasn't unpleasant to you. Not at all.
"May I beg your pardon!" You took the chance to get closer and place your (RIDICULOUSLY SMALL IN COMPARISON TO HIS BICEP) hand on his arm to add some drama "But I like to keep things as professional as possible" His brows shot up, not expecting you to 'decline' him.
"However," you took a step back and went to stand on the doorway "I can make an effort, if that'll let you sleep at night, Steve" you smiled and nodded your hear toward the roof, signaling him to follow you, which he did.
You started making small conversation while you waited for the elevator that led you to the tenth floor. You tried to ignore the fact that the man was almost a hundred years old, as to not make him uncomfortable. Of course, you started talking about food.
"You need to go to this Ice Cream Shop downtown, it gets crowded on Saturdays, but it's worth the long queue"
"I haven't eaten ice cream in a very long time" Steve giggled, in a manly way of course. You smiled and reassured him how good this shop was
"Believe me, Cap, once you try it you won't be able to stop licking!" You said as you opened the room door and saw Maria Hill, Nicholas Fury and Clint Barton with shocked expressions on their faces. Well, Barton's face was a mix of amusement and horror while his lip kept trembling, as if trying to contain his laughter.
And when you looked to to your side and saw Steve's red cheeks and wide eyes looking down at his feet you knew exactly what they were all thinking
"Oh my god, I'm talking about Ice Cream!" You threw your hands up in exasperation, turning a bit red, too. They all looked at you with a smirk, Hill and Fury then exchanged glances before he cleared his throat and saved us all from our misery
"Captain Rogers," Steve finally looked up, his blush slowly disappearing from his cheeks "Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D." He then motioned for everyone to sit down on the circular meeting table.
You all spoke for a little, telling Steve about the organization's mission and vision. You all wanted to make it as comfortable for Steve as possible, since he was a new member. He would be living here from now on, if he decides it that way, he will be interacting with the people, the staff; new recruits like him are coming soon, maybe even new projects you don't even know about yet.
"Rogers. Any other doubt?" Fury asked
"No, sir. Everything's clear" Steve nodded
"Good. Agent Y/L/N, would you please take captain Rogers to his new dorm room"
"Sure" you half smiled at Steve and waited for Fury to officially end the meeting.
"Good" He waved his hand. Everybody stood up and you, Clint and Steve started walking to the door
"Agent Barton, do you have a minute" Fury called. Clint nodded and turned to you
"I'll meet you for dinner, right?" He asked as his hand brushed up and down your leather covered arm
"Sure. Knock my door at 7:30?"
"Okay" he smiled and went back into the room to talk to Fury. Maria told you the number of Steve's new room and you were surprised at the excitement you suddenly started feeling
"Seems like I have a new neighbor, Steve" you smiled at him "come on"
His new room was the empty one in front of yours. You eagerly started making your way to your floor, Steve was carrying his duffle bag, which looked fairly full, probably with the few stuff S.H.I.E.L.D. could recover from the ocean and museums, but he made it look like he had no weight on his shoulder.
"This will be my new home from now on, huh?" He looked around the hallways you passed, getting familiar with them
"If you wish so" you shrugged
"If I wish so?"
"Yes, I mean, it's not a strict rule for agents to live in the building, y'know, some people have families and they prefer to live with them. Most of them live in apartments nearby so they can come as quickly as possible if there's an emergency" you explained and he thought about it
"And you decided to live here?" He raised his brow inquisitively
"Yes, it's not like I have anyone waiting for me after work. My friends, my job, my home, it's all here"
"Hmmm" Steve wanted to ask about your parents, but he decided against it. If you haven't mentioned them is probably because it's not a comfortable topic for you.
"Clint and I own a small farm, though. We go there on summer breaks or after long missions to just relax and enjoy the few free days we get" you were looking down at your shoes, but when Steve didn't reply you decided to speak again
"You should come with us next time." You looked up at him and shared a smile.
"So you and Barton..." He trailed off. You frowned
"Me and Barton..."
"You two seem very close. It's nice" he said kind of awkwardly
"Oh yes, he's my best friend in the whole world, but I wouldn't say that in front of Agent Romanoff, she says she owns that place" you shook your head and Steve smiled.
"You look inseparable, just like Bucky and I used to be"
Oh no, no no no no. Please no. He's getting nostalgic. NO. His perfect features suddenly looked down, like a puppy who just got kicked in the ass for biting its owner's shoe.
"James Buchanan Barnes." You said, remembering what you've read about Steve and everything involved with WWII. Steve looked at you wide eyed, but before he could say a thing you continued
"He is the only Howling Commando to give his life in service of his country. I read about him, and you, and other things involving your development, Captain. I do my homework" you smirked
"I'm glad people know the bravery Bucky had on the battlefield. He was fearless, and he believed in me" he sighed and looked at you "When I had nothing, I had Bucky"
"I'm sorry" you whispered as your feet stopped walking. You felt really bad for him, all his friends, his dreams, his life, everything was left in the past and there's nothing he can do to take it back. There's nothing you could do to help him even though you deeply wished you could.
"Oh no, I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to bore you with my stories" he quickly said but you shook your head
"No, it's not that. It's just that, I think you are a strong person" you kept your voice low but high enough for him to listen, and looking into his eyes you saw them soften.
"Thank you" he whispered back.
The comfortable silence soon became rather odd, so you cleared your throat and brushed your uniform to catch his attention.
"Captain, here's your new dorm room" you said walking a few steps ahead and opening the door for him. He took a look and stepped inside, you following after.
It was a simple room with its own bathroom. There was a bed, a nightstand, a closet, a desk with a radio on. Steve then opened the bathroom door and found a shower, a toilet and a sink with a mirror above and some drawers below, which were stocked with towels, toilet paper, toothpaste, soap, shaving cream and other products.
When he was done examining the bathroom, he got out and found you siting on the bed
"Home sweet home" he joked
"You'll get used to it" you waved your hand and stood up
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, ma'am. It's all good. I'll just unpack these few thing I have"
"Oh!! About that, we need to go shopping!" He grinned and you felt your cheeks warm up
"I-I mean, I can go with you if you want to, but you can go by yourself or choose other person to go with you, I was just-"
"I'd really appreciate you helping me with that" he cut you off and gave you thAT GODDAMN SMILE. You let out a nervous laugh and joke
"Sure, if you insist" he laughed
"Yes, I insist" you smiled at him and decided you had embarrassed yourself enough for one day
"I'll leave you to it now, then. If you need anything or have any doubt, my room is right across" you said walking backwards so when you turned to the door you almost crashed your face into the door. You gasped and muttered a 'fuck' before opening the door and practically running out, but before you could close the door, he called your name
"Y/N"
"Yes Steve?" You turned around and looked at him
"Thank you" you smiled and closed the door.
Steve stood in the middle of his room, smiling, thinking, silently laughing.